Without Words

A big girl, all grown up, I like to act like I am an island. But, at the end of the day, I stil l cherish the nightly prayers my grandma says in h o pe of my happiness, spend most of my v acation days at my parent's hous e and impatiently await the arrival of m y cousin's handwritten letters. And though I may n o t speak those defining words often eno u gh, I hope that those I hold dear can read between the lines.

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